If I Hide My Face, Maybe I'll Hide My Pain -A One Direction Fanfiction-

Chapter 1: Money

I tucked my money in to my shirt and got off of the bed, my makeup a mess and a red welt across my cheek were the customer had hit me. He was a sixteen year-old who thought I was to blonde to do anything. 

"C'mon I thought blondes were whores." He mumbled as I passed him. I quickly walked out of the house, it was pouring rain. The rain stung my red cheek, which was already stinging before I left the house.  I climbed in to a cab.

"15 Avery Place." I started to the driver, he looked at me in the mirror and nodded starting to drive, I could tell he didn't want to ask me about my cheek. I fixed up my makeup and tried not to cry, seeing my cheek. I started to hide the mark much as possible with the makeup, but failed. The cab stopped at my two floor house, well not mine. Nothing in this world was mine, I belonged to the people on this earth. I opened the door and swung my legs outside, the rain making my almost bare legs wet. I was wearing a very showy outfit that was my uniform, the jacket that he bought to keep me somewhat warm was also very short. I didn't understood why I followed my step father rules, I was beaten whether or not I followed them.  I started to reach in to my shirt to retrieve the money I just made. Five dollars was the cost of a cab, and all of the money I just made.

"No,no. Keep it." The cab driver told me pity in his eyes.

"T-thank you." I told him getting out of the car.  I shut the door and then began to climb the stone steps, I saw the red blood stain that was on the middle step, from where he had threw me out on them and my lip busted open spewing blood a few weeks ago. I reached out grabbing on to the cold bronze doorknob. I turned it and stepped in to the house. Silence. I took a shaky breath before closing the door and walking threw the hallway. 

"Welcome back." He stepped out of the shadows.

"Isn't glad to be back." I puffed lightly.

"What did you say?!" He grunted taking my neck and slamming me against the wall.

"Nothing." I spat.

"Nice red mark here. Looks like that boy really did a mark on ya." He slapped my red cheek hard, a stinging sensation took over the left side of my face.  "How much money did you make?" I stayed silent. "I said how much money did you make?" He raised his voice. He reached down in my shirt and pulled out my five dollars I had just made. "Six bucks?!" He spat.

"Yes, six bucks. I guess I didn't do well enough for a 'whore'," His grasp around my neck becoming tighter, suddenly cutting off air from my wind pipe.

"I want more next time. Now go to your room, slut." His words were nothing new as he left go of me, I thumped to the floor and quickly stammered up running to the closet that was my room. A cot in the corner where I cuddled up in to a ball. Tears tried to escape my eyes, but yet none came. All of my tears were dried up. I have been beaten by my step father since I was ten, my mother passed when I was nine. I have been a hooker for only three months now. The abuse from my boyfriend, Cody has been going on for two years. Speaking of Cody my cell phone rung under my pillow.

From: Codes

Hey. What are you doing tomorrow?

I quickly tip-taped on my phone keyboard.

To: Codes

Cody, I have a job tomorrow. I can't hang out.

Not like I wanted to anyway. Either way I would be abused by a boy.

From: Codes

Stop being a whore for five seconds and spend time with me.

I chucked the phone at the wall and lied down on the pillow, finally able to sleep.

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The next morning I sat on the bus, my face towards the ground as Cody sucked on my neck.

"Cody. Stop." I told him. He continued. "Stop it!" I tried pushing him off. He stopped my hand on the second swat and grabbed my arm, squeezing and making it red. "Cody-" I gasped the pain now filling my arm, he dug his nails in to me. "S-stop it." I whimpered to whimpered.

"Shut up. You know you like it."

"Lola?" I heard my name, Cody let go of me and got up from the seat, walking towards the back of the bus to his friends.

"Glad I saved you." The girl sat next to me. I looked back down to the ground, the girl was one of my friends. By friends I mean they didn't call me whore or slut, like other girls. Her name was Alice. Alice had brown hair and blue sparkling eyes. She was very kind and pretty. She only knew about Cody sometimes twisting my wrist or digging in to me. She knew nothing about the abuse of my customers(or the fact I had any) and the abuse of my step father.

"Thanks Alice." I told her trying not to show her my swollen cheek from last night.

"No problem." The bus jerked to a stop my backpack falling off of the seat and on to the floor. Alice and I both attempted to lean down and pick it up.

"What happened to your face?" She gasped seeing the injured cheek.

"Oh, um. I fell last night and scraped it up." I lied collecting my bag. I stood up, and inched out of the seat. "Nice talking to you." I said before hopping off of the bus.

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A/N: Chapter one is done. There will be more soon.